At Sunday dinner, Dad told 23 relatives: “She’s wo…

mother.”

I sat up straight. “Mrs. Thornton, how did you get this number?”

“Your hospital gave me your service, and they patched me through. I apologize for calling so late, but this is urgent.” She paused. “Dr. Chin, I need your help.”

“Is someone hurt?”

“My grandson, my son Jonathan’s boy, Charlie. He’s three years old. He collapsed this afternoon during continue reading …